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About The gazette-times. (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925 | View Entire Issue (June 25, 1914)
TTOME AND FARM MAgAzTNE SECTION 18 Verses Grave and Gay in Tone CJ THE OLD PASTURE, Pld lilacs dying together, sweetening the par p air. Wilding id wind And weather of half a hundred year: rasa whoso blooms Iuto Badly forgotten they once were fair, XThilt a bird song gushing gladly Is the only sound one tears. The weed crows rank in (he hollow ah, many a bitter leaf I The seasons follow ind follow wilh Idle suns and snows; And the lonely place is haunted by shades of an ancient grief, And something of sorrow is chanted on every breeze that blows. Here on the atone slow sinking in tangles of easer grass, Husband ard wife, to my thinking, sat sendi their dreams afar. Or, folded close in the gloaming, it may bs, lover and lass . Made them an end of roaming and kissed ncath the evening star. Here tremors of lore and longing and the lea tighter close on tears. Sweet hones and strange ones thronging and tue sacrament of birth. Here children with ona another played, guarded by tender fears. To her baby Rang the mother the sweetest songs of earth. A door-storm long forsaken, a lilac thicket, a flower, And the dewy dawns that waken In the blue and boundless dome And the mi?hty stars dark wheeling with wide indifferent power. And a tms'ul wanderer feeling the life and lapse of home. Harriet Prescott Spofford, in November Scribner. A MOTHER-SONO. Within the hushed hrwt?-eOBi of Iafe Spent T shall lie, and still, Whilst thou thy small, indignant breast, 0, Littlo Soul, shalt fill With breath of strange mortality; And send thy tosseleu cry A groping for thy mother heart, Where, spent and still, I tie. Oh, if God, entering, should leave That august Door ajar. And let the wind that fitirs ITis robe. Chill-blowing from afar. Puff out my spirit like a flame That dieth in the night God shield thee with His hollowed hand, 0, little, Uttlo Light! Charlotte Wilson. Stories at Which You Will Smile HIT'S NOT everybody I'd put to I sleep in this room," Bald the .motherly old landlady to her lodger, who had come to that remote ' district on account of a serious nervous : breakdown. ' "This room is ftiil of tender associa- tious to me. My first husband died is that bed, with his head on that very 'pillow. My dear father passt-l away ' on that sofa under the window. He was a ispiritualist and he vowed he would appear in this room again aftor death, though I've never seen any thing of him yet. My poor nephc William, fell dead with heart disease right where you aro standing. lie was studying to be a doctor and there are two whole skeletons and six abnormal livers preserved in spirits in that press yonder, while that bottom drawer is full of odd bones and sUulls. He used to do a lot of vivisecting up here when he was alive. "Well, good night, and pleasant dreams." TTLE Willie lad been very naughty. S So much so. in fact, that after hav lng reproved fcim several times his mother was, at last forced to severely! punish him. When his father arrived home in the evening he at once perceived that Willie's eyes were suspiciously red. "What's the matter, sonny t" he eried. "Oh, nothing," responded Willie, un- 'easily. "Come, don't be frightened," said Ihe father in coaxing tones. "Tell me all about it; I want to know." Willie remained silent tor some time, then he suddenly burst out: "Well, if you must know, I've had a thundering row with your wife." Jf HEY were joint owners of an apart- ment house, and one day the junior . nartner ought his colleague In some trepidation. HER LIFE FOB YOU. She has liver her life for you, given you all her best. Toiled with you and dreamt with you and sung you to your rest. Done without and sacrificed And waited time by time She has lived her life for you. Tender and sublime. Maybe in her hair and heart gray is creep ing on. She has lived her life for you since her love's first dawn, &ared and skimned to makfl ends meet, Flanned and dreamed sway, She has lived her life for you. What have you to pay. What have yon to give her now. Have you thought of that! Have you droamed and planned it out as alone you sat, Measured with an honest will Heaping measures full Of the things that make a life Glad and beautiful? She has lived her life for you down through all the years. Patient, faithful, trusting, true In the smiles and tears. Waited, wondered, sung and borne, Yielded, suffered, bled She has lived her life for you Since the day you wed. Baltimore Sun. SPACTAXLY JIM. T wus mighty good lookin when I was young, P?ert an' block eyed an' slim. With fellers a courtin me Sunday nights, 'Spacially Jim. The likeliest one of em all wus ho. Chipper an' han'som' an' trim. But I tossed up my head an' made fun o the crowd, 'Spacially Jim, I said T hadn't no 'pinion o' men An' I wouldn't take stock in hira! Bnt they keo on a-com in' in spite o' my talk. 'Spacially Jim. I got so tired o' bavin 'em rosn, 'Spacially Jim, I made op my mind I'd settle down An' take up with him. So we wus married one Sunday In church. 'Twas crowded full to the brim. 'Twsa the only way to get rid of 'em all, 'Spacially Jim. Bessie Morgan. ' ' The janitor wants U0 more a month or he'll leave. I hate to give up the money, but we can't spare him." The senior partner disappeared and returned in a few moments. "It's all right," said he. "I've sat- sfied him, and it didn't cost us any thing." "How's that!" "The janitor is now the superinten dent." Good work!" declared the junior partner. "But why didn't you make him superintendent in the first placet" "Because," answered the senior mem ber, "I knew he'd want a promotion eventually. Every man wants a promo tion some time, and, to my mind a good man deserves one. Judge. t Returning a Favor. "It's going to be war to the. knife," declared the suburban man, who was feeding his chickens. "What now!" asked thenend. "Why, Blinks sent me a box of axle- grease and advised me to use it on my lawn mower." "Well!" "Well. I sent it back and told him to use it on his daughter's voice." ... It Wasn't Old Ag. "How are you today!" said a Scot tish landlord to one of his tenants on meeting him on the road. "Vera weel. sir, vera weel," answered John in his usual way, "gin it wisha for the rheumatism in my richt leg." "Ah well, John, bo thankful, for there is no mistake you are getting old like the rest of us, and old age does not come alone." "Auld age, sir," replied John. "I won'er to hear ye. Auld age has naething to do vi't, Here's mv ither lea list as auld. an' it is quite soond and soople yet." He Knew the Answer. His name was Tommy, and he came home from school looking so down in the mouth that Mother asked hira severely wha was the matter! Out of his little trousers pocket he fished a note from the teacher, which said, ' 'Tommy has been a very naughty boy. Please have a serious talk with him." Hotel Seattle, Under new management entire change in all departments all rooms redecorated and refurnished. Particular attention is now being paid to prompt, efficient and courteous service. DAILY RATES $2.00 Up With Private Bath $1.00 Up Without Private Bath Hotel Butler Cafe -THE FINEST Service the Best ROBERT J. ROBINSON Manager "What did you do!" asked mother. "Nothing," sobbed Tommy. "She asked a question, and 1 was tne oniy one who could answer it." "H'm'," murmured Mother. "What was the question t" "Who put the dead mouse in her desk drawer!" answered Tommy. They Were Cheap. An elderly lady from the country one day decided to adopt two chil dren from the county orphan asylum. She walked several miles before reaching the car line. It was the first time she had been on a car. She at.irod wide-eved at everything she saw, then her gaze stopped on a sign she read thus: "The Ohio Traction Company Chil dren under twelve years of ago three cents, or two for 5 cents." "Well," she said, "that is the best bargain ever. Calling the conductor, she said: "Young man, I'll take two of those children for five cents right now, a boy and a girl, please." Na- toinal Monthly. 'Here, sir," said the antique dealer, displaying a huge sword to a clerical looking collector, "ever see anything more interesting than that! That's Balaam's sword." 'But, my good man, that cannot be," .lid the domineo. ".Balaam never had a sword, no oniy wisnea for one." 'Quite rieht. sir," said the dealer. "This is the one he wished fori " The teacher was hearing her class of small boys in mathematics. "Edgar," she said, "if ycur lath er can, do a piece of war's, in seven days, and your Uncle William can do it in nino days, how long would it take both of them to do it!" "Thcv would never get done," an swered the boy, earnestly. "They would sit down and tell fish stories." Mrs. Hoolihan This paper says there do be sermons in stones, Phwat d'zez think of thotl Butler Wash. IN SEATTLE Cuisine Unexcelled Make Your Boy Happy Let him play m overalls with never a ca:e in the world and you will make him a healthy, happy boy. Be sure tobuy him Two-Horse Brand Overalls The kind thai is made for com fort and long wear. r FREE "5- Ma J By LEVI STRAUSS & CO.,SnFrMco Mr. O'Hcolihan Oi dunno about tho sermons, but many a good ar-rgu-ment has coom out av a brick, Oi'nt thinkin '. Polly (to big sister's admirer)- Guess what father said about you last night. Adolphus Oh, I couldn't guess, wcally. Polly I'll give you a peach if yon can guess. Adolphus (flustered) Oh, Polly, I haven't an idea in the world. Polly Urr you was listening. The leaves will soon be turning yellow. Tho porch's charm will soon have died. Ere long fair Gladys and her fellow Will whisper silly stuff insii.e. A carload of hogs from Pateros and a car of wool from Tonasket arrived U Wenatchee, Wash,, over the new up river branch of the Great Norther railroad. These are tho first carload shipments from the upper country over the new railway;.
